The voice came from the night all around him, in his head and out of it.What do you want?' it repeated.He wondered if he dared to turn and look, realised he did not.'Well? You come here every night, i...
The rules on what is possible and impossible in the arts were made by people who had not tested the bounds of the possible by going beyond them.
The only ones who ever come here from your lands are the minstrels, and the lovers, and the mad. And you don't look like much of a minstrel, and you're— pardon me for saying so lad, but it's true— ord...
The next morning he boarded the train for the six-hour journey south that would bring him to the strange gothic spires and arches of St. Pancras Station. His mother gave him a small walnut cake that s...
The ducks in St James's Park are so used to being fed bread by secret agents meeting clandestinely that they have developed their own Pavlovian reaction. Put a St James's Park duck in a laboratory cag...
The daylight faded slowly: distances collapsed and the world turned indigo and the wind blew cold enough to burn the skin on your face.
The ball of dark fur pressed itself into my chest, and I wished she was my kitten, and knew that she was not.
Tastes like a drunken diabetic's piss,' agreed Wednesday. 'I hate the stuff.
Suppose we pick a name for him, eh? Caius Pompeius stepped over and eyed the child. He looks a little like my proconsul, Marcus. We could call him Marcus. Josiah Worthington said, He looks more like m...
Start telling the stories that only you can tell, because there’ll always be better writers than you and there’ll always be smarter writers than you. There will always be people who are much better at...
Some things are too big to be seen; some emotions are too huge to be felt.
She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon. You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know i...
She hoped it wasn't a spider. Spiders made Coraline intensely uncomfortable.
Shadow looked down at the girl on the table. What happened to her? he asked. Poor taste in boyfriends, said Jacquel. It’s not always fatal.
Rain in the graveyard, and the world puddled into blurred reflections.
People can change.
On the first day Coraline's family moved in, Miss Spink and Miss Forcible made a point of telling Coraline how dangerous the well was, and they warned her to be sure she kept away from it. So Coraline...
Nothin’ wrong with witchfinding. I’d like to be a witchfinder. It’s just, well, you’ve got to take it in turns. Today we’ll go out witchfinding, an’ tomorrow we could hide, an’ it’d be the witches’ tu...
Koty nie mają imion (...) Wy, ludzie, macie imiona. To dlatego, że nie wiecie, kim jesteście. My wiemy, kim jesteśmy, więc nie potrzebujemy imion.
It always ends. That's what gives it value.